Tag: #grief

December 1, 2018: Remembering Her Birthday

The beginning of December is always bittersweet. My mom would have been 66 on this day, yet she is no longer with me. I wish I could say to her ‘Happy Birthday’, and have one more conversation with her. To hear her voice one more time. Mom would always take things in stride, and I know that right now she would want me to live my life, not think about many negative things to keep me down. She was always a low-key type of person. Today is definitely a moment to connect with family. It’s a Saturday, which means that I give my family a call to check in. Hopefully my grandparents are in good spirits.

November 10, 2018: Mixed Feelings

A chill is in the air this weekend. I haven’t been outside for a few days, yet I can feel the draft seep in when sitting near the kitchen window. Winter made an unannounced visit to remind autumn that yes, the dormant season is right around the corner.

This time of year brings its blend of celebration and sadness. Celebrations, since Thanksgiving and Christmas brings together family and friends. Sadness due to some of my loved ones departing around this period. December 1 would’ve been my mother’s 66th birthday, and that time is always difficult. Next weekend will be a year since mine and Andy’s beloved beagle Daisy went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still remember the day she passed. I think those memories will always stick with me.

Perhaps I feel so melancholic today due to being stuck in the house most of the week. Cabin fever is a wicked thing.